Fairy Tail: Starting with Fairy Queen Erza

“Makarov…”

"Precht entrusts the Fairy Tail guild to you..."

"Is this how you manage things?!"

"Why let these scumbags stay in the guild?!"

Warrod's gaze toward Makarov held a hint of anger.

"No no no..."

"It was just an accident."

"Please trust me, Senior Warold."

"These children may seem a bit mischievous, but they are all good children."

Please give them another chance!

"Please don't kick them out of the guild, please..."

Upon hearing this, Makarov immediately knelt down, begging Warold for mercy while loudly explaining the predicament of Gildarts and Ian.

Well, Gildarts is just a simple scumbag, and he doesn't actually have any real grievances.

"Wa hahaha……"

"I was just joking."

"Makarov, you actually did a great job!"

"Much better than the guild run by that guy Precito."

As Warold spoke, he suddenly burst into laughter, and at that moment, vibrant flowers bloomed all around him, just as he had said, that everything that had just happened was nothing but a joke.

"what……"

Makarov suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He clutched his heart and looked at Warold earnestly, saying, "Please don't make jokes like that again. My heart really can't take it. If you want me to live and continue serving as the guild master of Fairy Tail, then I beg you, Warold Sinken-senpai!"

"Forehead……"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"I will try my best to restrain myself and reduce such jokes in the future."

Upon hearing this, Warold bowed deeply to Makarov to express his apology. He had originally thought the joke was quite amusing.

Just now, Warrod was so happy and excited about the thought of scaring Makarov that he was about to do something scare that he couldn't contain himself.

Unexpectedly, the bluff actually frightened Makarov...

But Makarov didn't seem happy.

“However, Makarov…”

"The Fairy Tail guild you lead has truly opened my eyes..."

"Before I came here, I never imagined that Fairy Tail guild could be so lively! I must say, you have redefined the concept of a mage guild."

Warold's bow just now was no joke. It was a heartfelt expression of gratitude to Makarov for his contributions to Fairy Tail guild over the years.

I imagine even Mavis would love the current Fairy Tail guild atmosphere, where everyone treats their guildmates like family!

When Mavis was still alive, she kept talking about Fairy Tail's complete form, which probably referred to the current situation, right?

"what?"

"me?"

"Cough cough cough..."

"You mean I've managed Fairy Tail very well?"

Are you sure you're not joking?

"I was just doing my best."

"Actually, it's not as good as you say."

Makarov blushed. It felt so good to be recognized and praised by a senior!

"Hmm~"

"Makarov, I approve of you!"

"You truly are Yuri's son."

"The Fairy Tail guild you manage is better than mine and Precht's~"

You are the best among us!

Just as Makarov was basking in the praise of Warold, his old face flushed with embarrassment, a beautiful girl, as lovely as an elf and as free as a fairy, who seemed to appear only occasionally in people's dreams, descended barefoot from the sky and landed in front of Makarov. With her hands behind her back and the angel-wing-like decoration on her head swaying slightly, she softly praised Makarov for his outstanding performance in governing the guild.

"Hahaha……"

"Senior Warold, look!"

"I think I'm just too excited."

"It's as if I saw the long-dead First Generation appear before me as a ghost. She even praised me! Hahaha..."

Makarov stared at the dreamlike girl before him, his expression momentarily stunned. Then he burst into laughter, his eyes filled with tears. Only then did he point at the girl's face, which was identical to that of Mavis, the first guild master of Fairy Tail, and loudly proclaim.

"Hey! Mavis, it's been a long time..."

Just as Makarov was laughing wildly, Warold Sinken reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of his eye. It felt so good to be able to see the girl in front of him again.

"Warrod, it's been a long time."

"Also, you've worked hard all these years."

Mavis looked at Warrod with a bright smile on her face.

"Eh?"

"and many more……"

"Could it be that I'm not too excited and hallucinating, but that the real first president, Mavis, has appeared in front of me?"

"Then wasn't I just mocking the first president, Mavis?"

The moment Demebis began to laugh, Makarov, who had been laughing loudly, suddenly stopped laughing and stared in astonishment at everything before him.

Yes, a smile never disappears, it just moves on...

Chapter 71. In the year X778, the S-rank Archmage Examination successfully concluded! The ultimate victor was...

71.

"So, the First Generation finally couldn't stand you bunch of little rascals causing trouble at her grave anymore, so she came out in person to settle scores with us?!"

Makarov looked at the first chairman, Mavis, who was pale and weak.

"Hey, Old Ma, you've really gotten quite the flair! "

"They even dared to mock the first president, Mavis..."

"Yes, I admire you!"

"No wonder you were able to become the president."

Just as Makarov was filled with fear and uncertainty...

Ian, without anyone noticing, moved closer to him, put his arm around his shoulder, and said teasingly.

The more panicked Old Ma was at that moment, the more smug Ian's smile became.

"I……"

Upon hearing this, Makarov's old face fell into a very awkward expression...

His lips first turned from red to purple, then became deathly pale, as if all the color had been drained from his face. His whole being seemed dazed, as if in those few seconds, Makarov had seen a revolving lantern of his own life...

Old Ma's life was indeed full of ups and downs, from starting as an orphan to rising to become one of the Ten Great Archmages, and then inheriting the Fairy Tail Archmage Guild! These stories could probably fill a fantasy novel of millions of words, but he never expected that in his later years, the story would turn into an accident.

"Stop talking! I'm truly guilty of heinous crimes and utterly wicked! I'll commit seppuku right now..."

Makarov gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He picked up a twig from the ground and pretended to cut open his abdomen.

Well, if the members of the Magic Council heard Makarov's confession right now, they would definitely clap their hands and cheer loudly: "Makarov, you didn't expect this, did you? You little brat, you've finally met your match! You should sincerely repent for all these years of running amok on the continent of Ishgar, distorting right and wrong, with the fairy tail of the Archmage's Guild!"

"that……"

"Aren't you going to stop me at all?!"

“Even if you just offered a perfunctory word of advice, my heart wouldn’t be so cold.”

"All those millions of words of self-criticism I've written over the years for you bastards have been for nothing."

Makarov looked up at Ian and Gildarts, whose faces, from his perspective, were contorted with malice and grotesque rage, and spoke angrily.

"Hey hey hey..."

"You pick up a broken twig and make a couple of cuts on your abdomen, and that's called seppuku?"

"If you had taken out a real knife and pretended to brandish it, we would have actually played along with your act. But you didn't even bother to pretend..."

"My dear Chairman Makarov~"

Ian and Gildarts exchanged a smile, seemingly too lazy to bother with Makarov, who was already quite old but still acting silly in public.

"Cough cough..."

"In conclusion, First Guild Master Mavis, I was wrong!"

Makarov coughed twice, and finding no one paying attention to him, he casually threw away the twig in his hand, ran with practiced ease to Mebis's bare, fair feet, and struck his classic taxi dismount pose, loudly begging for mercy.

"It's alright, Makarov, I've already forgiven you."

"After all these years, you've managed the guild all by yourself, it must have been really tough..."

Mebius crouched down, gently stroked Makarov's forehead, and said softly.

"Woooooooo..."